I hate having to come up with headlines
9 months to go before the big three-O strikes, so posts like the following will appear here every now and then. Feel free to skip to the bottom of the page, where you will find pictures of Rammstein in firemen's uniforms. I kid you not.
[ pointless, random angst ]
I just had a talk with my mother and she quite casually mentioned that she's now officially a part-time pensioner (that means she only works from Tuesday to Thursday). My mother. A pensioner. And it won't be more than a couple of years when my dad'll join her. I shudder to think what'll happen when they have to find new ways to spend all the energy previously used for work.
It may well be our humble summer cottage turns into a Taj Mahal or a Buckingham Palace.
Anyway, what that also means, is that I won't stay young and beautiful (no need to comment on that, thank you ever so much) forever either. If I was to believe what I'm told, I should by now have a family and a career. I have a shy fish, does that count? Funny thing is, that even if being young, urban and single is a growing trend, and there's more and more single households (if that's the temr I'm looking for), I still, in some luckily rare situations get the feeling that I'm, I don't know, an awkward. It may be just me, of course.
But enough with the age crisis, if there even is one, and on to the more happier things.
[ /pointless, random angst ]
Rammstein's new video Benzin will air tomorrow on German MTV's Total Request Live, and on Saturday on Viva. I just saw a couple of pictures of what to expect. They are portrayed, like I said, as firemen. If you don't believe me, look at the photographic evidence. Here's one, and here, too.
Hell, if they can pull that off in their fourties I have nothing to worry about.
EDIT: Of course I forgot something. Clicky here for the original source of the piccies (there's more of them there, too). And the release dates of the single.


1 Comments:
Firemen. I can't even begin to tell you quite what reading that did to me.
Firemen. Mmmmmmm.
And of course having a shy fish counts. I rather liked that. You could only ever describe my goldfish as fat. Feed him, and he's anyone's. On reflection, I suspect the same can be said of both my husband and my cat. Stick to the fish, I would.
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